Fat Girl-Personal Narrative

When I was six, my brother was burden with the responsibility to watch me, and his main hangout was the trailer park. On the other side of it were where his friends, the Fat Boys, lived. I can only remember they were obese and little dull at times, not their names or their faces. Alex would go into their house and play their game system, leaving me alone with her. “Hey Jessica,” I greeted shyly one day. Jessica appeared similar one of her brothers, who reminded me of mice straining their eyes all the time. She wore a childish smile that might break any moment and greeted me. We would’ve headed to the forest area or the abandoned trailer, but instead she wanted to play tag. She raced ahead of me, “Hurry up, already! Last one there is the tagger!” Now, I’m always the last
She walked me over to the edge of the trailer park. For an odd reason, Jessica stood in her parking lot, waiting for me to return. Her eyes moved from me to Rhonoda, and her cheeks reddened. Rhonoda didn’t seem to notice at first, simply introducing herself to Jessica, but her smile faded from the cold astrosphere. She glanced at me woefully before saying goodbye. When I was a child, I didn’t truly understand, but now looking back, I’ve realized. Her family saw themselves regally over the tenants of the trailer park people, even though they weren’t doing much well. However, Jessica viewed herself notable over everyone, including me. Jessica was obliviously mad, and stated, “She’s black! Why are you playing with her?!” She noticed that I was baffled, and continued, “You can’t be friends with them.” “What do you mean? We were playing hide-and-seek, that’s all.” “You just can’t.” Our next visit, everything was normal yet different. Like the only entity different was I. When I stood in front of a patch of grass where her trailer was, I asked, “Where’s